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  Category:
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  Fandom:
      Marvel_Cinematic_Universe, Marvel, Captain_America_(Movies), Captain
      America:_The_First_Avenger_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
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      James_"Bucky"_Barnes, Steve_Rogers, Peggy_Carter, Sam_Wilson, Natasha
      Romanoff
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      Bucky_Barnes, Sarcasm, Shelter, i_don't_know_how_to_tag, cute_Steve,
      Cute, Bucky_needs_a_hug, Steve_Needs_a_Hug, Depressing, Depression,
      Triggers, Porn_With_Plot, Eventual_Porn, Light_BDSM, Comedy, Fun, Family
      Dinners, future_stucky, Emotional
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      Published: 2018-03-06 Chapters: 1/? Words: 2232
****** Miss Peggy's Home for Lonesome Children ******
by High_Functioning_Goddess_of_Mischief
Summary
     Peggy Carter runs a shelter for lonesome and abused Submissives. A
     very skinny and malnourished Steve was admitted to it after his Dom
     died and he was too devastated to take care of himself and got really
     ill.
     To his luck, Peggy has great volunteers and she knows exactly who can
     handle this. The gentle and very caring Dominant, Bucky. But can he
     handle the emotional jittered and destruction fueled mess? Can he
     rescue Steve? Can he keep his own emotions and feelings to himself?
     TW: This fic might be very graphic, for some... So be careful. You
     have been warned.
Notes
     This fic is not based on Miss Peregrine's home for peculiar children.
     I know some might think it is. It isn't.
     disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. They all belong to
     the fictional world of Marvel Comics and Marvel Cinematic Universe.
See the end of the work for more notes
Peggy was looking at the small curled up man in the cot, she knew he wasn’t
sleeping. His muscles were too tense, his breathing too uneven. He wasn’t
responding to her efforts to get him at least drink something, too traumatized
to deal with her right now, his file indicated that she wouldn’t have a lot of
luck, being a female dominant and all. They were short on volunteers though and
she had so many other subs to care for. She sighed as she pulled out her phone
and typed out a text ‘I have someone here who really needs someone like you, do
you have time to come over? Peggy’
Steve lay wide awake on the mattress, ignoring the coaxing of the brunette
woman beside him. It had all happened so suddenly. One wrong turn down the
street and Steve was left all alone, not even getting the chance to say
goodbye. He'd lost his will to live after that yet here came this woman who was
forcing him to fight through it when all he wanted to do was slip away.
Everything hurt too much. And he was tired of feeling.
In a matter of seconds, Bucky was inside the room, the door swinging wide open
as he falls through. Sliding inside with a hurry, hand still on the handle as
in one swing he closes it again. Making his presence well known. Once the door
had shut closed with a loud thud he walked up to the brunette next to the bed.
He asked her some questions, on what happened to him. What his name was, how
old and such before he asked her to leave
Steve just listened, not even bothering to look up at the man in the room. When
the woman left, he let out the tiniest of sighs, relieved that the coaxing
would finally be over. Now maybe he could rest. Slowly just disappear from
existence. It's not like he'd be missed.
When Bucky bursts into a room like that doesn't mean he always behaves that
way. He was actually a gentle person and some of that gentleness sometimes
slipped through when Domming someone. He kneeled down next to the bed, sitting
back on his heels. Making him as small and not intimidating as possible.
Leaning forward, chest pressed against the bed. Hand flat on the surface,
"Steve?"
Steve stared at this new person that had taken the woman's place. Steve could
tell he was trying. Trying not to frighten him, trying to make him comfortable
and at ease. Steve commended his effort, but it wasn't that easy anymore. "Yes
Sir," he croaked out, voice weak and broken after it had only been used for
sobbing over the past few days
Bucky understood how he must feel, seeing all these new faces. Being here in
this new place. He understood he is scared. When he caught him staring he
thought he didn't want to answer him, but then feeling kinda relieved when he
did. He inches his hand, which was still on the bed, closer to his face. "How
are you feeling?"
Steve shrugged, looking down quickly at the brunette's hand, and then flicking
his vision back up to his face. How /was/ he feeling? At this point, he didn't
even know to describe it. He knew that there was something there, but he didn't
really /feel/ it. He was numb, empty, hollow. Is that how he was supposed to
answer? "I feel...I don't know how to feel...."
 
The brunette looks at him, observing his expressions. He could just see how he
was curled up tight, his arms caught between his legs and chest, the haziness
in his eyes that there was a gaping hole in his chest. His own heart ached to
see him like this and really wanted to make it better. His hand moved to cup
his cheek and a shy smile appeared on his face
"I haven't been very obedient," Steve breathed, tone contrite. He didn't really
want to be punished. He knew that what happens when subs don't listen, and at
any other time, he'd be more than willing to let it happen. But with his own
Dom gone, the only Dom he'd ever had to really /care/ for him, he didn't know
what to do. Didn't even know what to think really. He just wanted him back
Bucky cocked his head, brows furrowing on his forehead, "how come?" He runs his
thumb over the blonde's lip, leaning in a bit more. "I think you'd be a great
sub and would obey everything. But not only that you are a great person too."
"You don't even know me," Steve whispered, looking down at the sheets. It was
true. He'd always been a good sub. Always followed orders, never disobeyed,
even back when his Doms were far from kind to him. But everything just seemed
different now. Like the world had flipped on its axis. He couldn't tell which
way was up and which way was down and that was showing in his recent behaviour.
He knew no one would blame him, they'd say it was due to grief and sudden loss.
Still, Steve felt like maybe there was something else involved, he just wasn't
sure what.
Bucky nodded in agreement. "I don't know you. You're right. You know what I
shouldn't even be in here. With all due respect to you, Steve." Bucky sighs
softly, retracting his hand from his face and rested it in his lap. Looking
down. He acted this way to let Steve see how he reacted to almost everything.
He had to reconsider and think right now.
Steve watched him curiously. He wasn't a submissive, was he? He didn't seem
like a submissive at all. So why was he the one looking down? "What.. are you
doing," Steve asked carefully, trying to be respectful but curiosity taking the
best of him
Buck's eyes stayed down, staring at the floorboards under his knees. Hands
rested in his lap as he thought everything through. How was he supposed to help
Steve? How would he help a broken sub like this? He never had someone this
broken. "Ssshhh. Stevie, don't speak right now."
Steve rolled his lips together, staying silent and just watching. He didn't
know what Bucky was doing or what he was supposed to do about it. Did he help
him? Did he do anything at all? Steve was just supposed to listen and obey, but
how was he supposed to obey if he was told to just stay silent?
Bucky's heart ached more and more as he started mulling over the thoughts
inside his head. His Dom died. 'Look at him, he's skinny and malnourished. You
need to keep your cool. You need to be gentle with him' the brunette told
himself. What do you do in a situation like this? ... You give someone a hug,
to feel loved even though he doesn't know him very well. With his mind made up,
he turns to look up at Steve. "Do you mind if I give you a hug?" That's what
the blonde needed right now. Lots of cuddles and hugs
Steve was a little taken aback by the request. "W...what..?" Did he want to /
hug/ Steve? Why? Steve shook his head and sat up against the little headboard
of the cot. "Umm..yes..of course, you can, Sir."
"Why does that sound like to me that's not what you want?" Bucky said. "You try
to keep a good appearance for Doms but you actually want to curl up and cry all
day." Bucky was happy about getting him talking, he thought he wasn't able to
make him when he heard what had happened
"I don't../mind/ I...was just surprised s'all.." Steve pulled his knees up to
his chest, resting his cheek on top of his knees and looking over at the
brunette by his bedside. "Isn't that what you're supposed to do," the blonde
whispered. "Keep up a good appearance?" His mind catches up after he uttered
the words. He would be at great risk now.
Bucky sucks in a breathe and groans softly. Slipping back into his role. "You
got a smart mouth, Steve." He grins. He straightened his back and watched Steve
sharply. "Not always, Steve. If you want to keep a good appearance you have to
tear the old one down and create a new one."
Steve had always just been the same as a sub. No one asked questions, just
expected what they expected and he supplied that. Now this man was telling him
to start over? "....how do I do that..?"
"That doesn't count on you, Steve. What I said that counted for Doms in
general. But if you want to know me and everyone else here well get used to the
rules around here. We don't expect anything from you. You can be yourself
here."
Steve looked the brunette and laughed. Honest to God laughed out loud. Steve
couldn't even remember the last time he'd laughed and certainly not like that.
Be himself? He barely even knew who he was anymore! He'd found it again, an
actual sense of self with his last Dom, his favourite Dom, maybe even a person
he was in love with. But that had been ripped away from him when he died and
now Steve was just a shell of the person he used to be. "It's really not that
easy."
Bucky was confused, "how? Steve. Tell me, please. How? Because I don't
understand. I mean I know how it feels to lose someone. I know it takes time."
He says, "so please enlighten me."
"I...I don't know how to be myself...I don't really know who I am anymore... I
lost that a long long time ago. And then I got lucky and I found it
again.....and last week it was just... taken away... without a warning....." he
told Bucky, staring at him defiantly
Buck wet his lips, his tongue darting out slowly, touching his bottom lip and
rolls it back in. Looking down to think of something to say and then back up.
"I... We could help with that?"
Steve scoffed a little, turning away. "Yeah I appreciate it," he muttered, a
bit too bitterly to be polite but at this point, he didn't even care. What did
he have to lose now? He had nothing anymore.
Suddenly something snapped inside the soldier and what made him very angry...
"Steve! Don't act like the world is all about you right now! About you and your
previous Dom being dead. It happened okay so move on now. That's what you're
supposed to do. Or you'll kill yourself but you probably won't mind if you go
kill yourself and not to think that anyone will miss you!" He shouts at him.
Steve stared at him, shocked by the outburst and breathing heavily on the bed.
He clenched his jaw a bit. This guy wanted Steve to be himself? Fine. But that
might mean being a little more bratty than usual. "You gonna /punish/ me, /
Sir/," he bit out through gritted teeth, unmoving and just watching. "You gonna
paint the walls with me? Make me holler till I do what you tell me? Go. Ahead."
Bucky got up to his feet. His hand gripping tightly around the bar of his coat
and leaned down. Faces inches away from each other. "You know what I'll let
Miss Peggy know she can let you go. Go back to where she found you, go kill
yourself, Steve. If you want it so badly. Because I know this isn't you Steve!
You're not this bratty little shit who thinks the world's only about him and
him only!" He spat before he turned walked out the room and slammed the door
shut so hard the wood crackled.
Steve lost all resolve the second Bucky left, collapsing in on himself and
crying violently. He tried to stay as quiet as possible, he didn't want to draw
any more attention to himself. Everything hurt. He was still grieving and Lord
knows he was doing a terrible job of that and now this man had been trying so
hard to help him and he had to go and ruin it. If he hadn't felt like shit
before, he truly did now
Bucky stormed out of the front of the building, onto the pavement of Brooklyn.
He sucks in a breathe. Calming down his nerves. Balling his fist at his side,
he turned left and walked into the direction. Ignoring all stares. He needed
time to think. Needed to clear his head and go over the whole scene that had
just played out. He needed a good, long walk.
Steve just waited, knowing it would be just a matter of time before someone
would come in to send him on his way. Honestly, he knew he deserved it. He'd
been disobedient and that's what happened to Subs who don't follow the rules.
Maybe this would be better. He could leave, start a new life if he wanted. Or
maybe he could just disappear like he'd hoped
Bucky quickly types out a message to Peggy saying. 'Drop the little shit off
where he belongs, he is not worth it.' and sends it. He shuts off his phone and
kept on stepping.
End Notes
     Has Bucky feelings for this little puppy? What will happen to Steve?
     How will this end? those questions will be answered in the future. If
     you keep on reading.
     The next part is up next week!
     I hope you like it! Please leave a comment or a kudo if you like,
     they are always appreciated!
     Everyone stay awesome!
     -Hannah
     note: I still need someone to beta read it for me! my pm is always
     open!
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